My lines so dope that you can hear em in ya nose bone/
Put you on thin ice like syrup in a snow cone/
I’m veering in the slow zone, starting shit recklessly/
I’m slightly west of east, hear the best of pleas when I wreck emcees/
I’m a beast and I can’t be stopped/
And I’m coming up sweet like a fucking push pop/
I lurk in the night straight looking like a lamp post/
Skinny motherfucker spitting light when I blast foes/
Ya last show just happened when I step on the stage/
Weapons erase my techniques ending ya neck and ya face/
Blowing sound systems up and I ain’t even speak yet/
Coz the heat I’m packing make our motherfucking beef sweat/
I’m talking about my mouth will leave you blowing a lung/
Coz In battles I get DQed for loading my tongue/
Roaming since young, tracks bang like steel in the hood/
While ya songs like five nuns, and they ain’t even good/